Comparison Event Two: Martial Soul Awakening?! Tang San: If Only I Had a Mom Too (Please Bookmark!)

Tang Shan pulled several bottles of medicinal pills from his robes, refined from herbs Ah Yin had cultivated with the Blue Silver Domain, and personally handed them to several branch disciples injured during the sparring.

"This is healing medicine specially prepared by my mother. You senior brothers have worked hard. While cultivating for the sect, you must also take care of yourselves."

Tang Shan wore a warm smile like a spring breeze, without the slightest airs of a God Son. Instead, he radiated warmth and approachability.

The several flattered branch disciples were moved to tears. They immediately dropped to one knee and swore allegiance.

[Although he had neither the Hundred Forms of Hidden Weapons nor the Mysterious Jade Hand.

But Tang Shan understood that, as one in power, the strongest weapon was not hidden weapons, but people's hearts!]

[In this world, he did not need to endure in silence.]

The view pulled back to the high platform.

Grandfather Tang Tian watched the scene and grinned from ear to ear, his scepter thudding against the floor.

"See that?

That is my grandson!

A born leader!"

His eldest uncle, Tang Xiao, stood beside him, his eyes full of affection.

"Shan'er is not only supremely talented, but also impeccable in the way he treats others.

I would be a hundred times reassured to leave the Clear Sky Sect to him in the future."

As for Tang Hao and Ah Yin, the immortal couple stood not far away. Watching their son, surrounded like the moon among stars, their eyes brimmed with happiness and pride.

Within this Clear Sky Sect, Tang Shan was the absolute center.

His grandfather doted on him to the extreme, the very height of a grandparent's love. He wished he could pluck the stars from the sky and give them to him.

His eldest uncle protected him as though he were his own son. Whoever dared glare at Tang Shan, Howling Sky Douluo's Clear Sky Hammer could smash down on them the very next second.

His parents loved him with the deep affection of blood ties, along with gratitude for the grace of his giving back to them when he was born.

[He was a true favored son of heaven, showered with countless forms of love.

He grew up surrounded by affection—confident, composed, and noble.]

They watched Tang Shan on the Heavenly Screen, every gesture of his displaying aristocratic grace, already winning people's hearts at such a young age.

Original World, Holy Spirit Village.

Old Jack watched the child in the image, dressed in fine clothes and fed delicacies, with Titled Douluo revolving around him.

Then he thought of the shriveled black steamed bun he had once brought Tang San. He was left in a daze.

"Th-this... is what a young master from a great family is like?"

"So... Xiao San should have lived this kind of life..."

Meanwhile, Tang Hao stood in the shadows, watching Tang Shan smile confidently beneath the sunlight.

Then he looked at Tang San in the corner of the image, carefully calculating every Copper Soul Coin. The feeling of imbalance in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

The contestants' seating area.

Tang San stared fixedly at the narration on the Heavenly Screen about "Tang San of the Original World possessing memories of his past life and carrying the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record."

The corner of his eye twitched violently several times, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

"Damn it... this Heavenly Screen even revealed that..."

Tang San's heart pounded wildly. This was his greatest secret, the foundation upon which he had survived!

If someone with ulterior motives investigated further, his identity as a transmigrator might be exposed!

Tang San instinctively swept his wary gaze around the area, his right hand even quietly reaching for Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.

But Tang San soon realized he had been worrying too much.

Whether they were Shrek companions or opponents from other academies,

everyone's attention was currently drawn to the extravagantly luxurious scene on the Right Side of the Heavenly Screen, where all hearts gathered around Tang Shan.

No one paid attention to the obscure and incomprehensible words "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" on the Left Side.

"Whew..."

Tang San secretly let out a sigh of relief.

But immediately afterward, an even more bitter and painful emotion surged into his heart like bile.

Tang San raised his head, his gaze drifting back and forth between the two images.

On the Right Side, Tang Shan sat in a grand chair, gesturing as he spoke of great affairs. What high spirits he had.

On the Left Side, deep within his memories, little Tang San, no taller than the stove, stood on a small stool.

Inside a dilapidated, drafty Blacksmith Shop, he struggled to stir the porridge in the pot, so thin that the rice grains were almost invisible.

"Back then... I thought that was happiness."

Tang San looked at the sensible childhood he had once been proud of. Now, it seemed incomparably glaring, even somewhat ridiculous.

Back then, watching his drunken father drink the porridge he had cooked, even if Tang Hao merely grunted once, Tang San had felt completely satisfied. He had believed he had fulfilled his filial duty and was a good child.

But now, without comparison, there was no harm.

Tang Shan was cherished like a precious jewel in the palm of everyone's hand. He consumed medicinal pills refined by his mother, learned the sect's highest-level knowledge, and won over the hearts of the world.

And what about him?

He drank inferior rice water, smelled the choking stench of alcohol and coal smoke, and learned how to read the moods of that drunkard father!

"How was that happiness... That was clearly suffering!"

Tang San's nails dug deeply into his palms. The monument in his heart called "a father's love was like a mountain" developed enormous cracks at that moment.

A grievance and resentment unlike anything he had ever felt before churned madly within his chest.

"Dad... why couldn't you have been as capable as the father in that world?"

"Why couldn't you have taken me back to the Clear Sky Sect to acknowledge our ancestors and return to our roots?!"

Tang San's gaze darkened. His father's old words echoed through his mind—

"I angered your grandfather to death. I am the sinner of the sect."

In the past, he had firmly believed those words, and they had filled him with tragedy and heaviness.

But now, looking at Grandfather Tang Tian on the Heavenly Screen, lively and well, and even preparing to make his grandson the God Son, Tang San's mentality completely collapsed.

"Was it really because you angered Grandfather to death?!"

"But Grandfather in that world was clearly alive and well!

He even loved his grandson so much!"

"Was it... was it because you were too weak?

Was it because you lacked the ability to protect Mom, lacked the ability to make the sect acknowledge you,

that you fabricated such an excuse and brought me to hide in Holy Spirit Village like rats?!"

At that moment, Tang San's worship and admiration for Tang Hao crumbled bit by bit beneath the massive disparity.

In its place came deep doubt and unwillingness.

Why was he a transmigrator, carrying fully mastered divine arts, yet living more miserably than a native?!

How did that saying go again?

A child with a mother was a treasure; a child without one was like grass.

Just as Tang San roared inwardly, the Heavenly Screen turned once more.

[Comparison Continues!]

[Martial Soul Awakening Day: Useless Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass VS Innate Divine-Grade Martial Soul!]

[Original World · Holy Spirit Village · Blacksmith Shop]

The scene shifted, and time returned to that morning which had changed Tang San's fate.

Inside the rundown Blacksmith Shop, dim light filtered through dust-covered windows, while an old smell of rust filled the air.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao!"

Leaning on his cane, Old Jack trembled as he walked into the courtyard. Looking at the unkempt man sprawled on a recliner and drinking, helplessness and disgust flashed through his eyes.

[Please keep reading! I released the book today and immediately posted twenty thousand words!]